Crude Oil

Tune from “The Sound of Music”

CRUDE OIL

THE SEA IS ENGULFED IN THE STINK OF CRUDE OIL

THE WORLD HOLDS  ITS NOSE TO AVOID THE SMELL–

WE CAN’T SEE THE LIGHT THROUGH THE PLUMES OF CRUDE OIL–

BP DRILLED A HOLE TO THE BOWELS OF HELL.

A GUSHER OF DEATH FOR THE FISH, FOR THE CORAL REEFS

FOR THE DOLPHINS AND WHALES–

DEATH FOR THE PELICANS, GULLS AND TERNS,

FOR THE KRILL AND THE SNAILS.

NO WORK FOR THE FISHERMEN,

FOOD FOR THE FOLKS WHO DEPEND ON THE SEA–

WITH ANGUISH, WE CRY

FOR THE OCEAN,  THE WAY IT SHOULD BE.

WE KNOW MAN HAS WROUGHT THIS DISASTROUS MOMENT

OUR THIRST FOR THE OIL THAT DESTROYS THE SKY–

WE MUST BREAK ITS HOLD,

THERES NO TIME FOR WASTING

OR OUR WORLD WILL DIE.

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